Saturday morning Ian and I got to make the trek home. I'm not sure who was more excited, Anja or I. She spent the whole day helping me with Ian or imitating things we were doing with her own dollies. She absolutely loves being our big helper and is quite thrilled at the opportunity to do things like give him his Nuk or take his dirty diaper to the trash can. (In fact, after daycare yesterday, she found one that I hadn't gotten around to throwing out yet - horrible, I know - but immediately stopped what she was doing and proudly announced that we had to wait a minute. She was busy throwing Ian's diaper in the trash.) Even when he cries while she's trying to go to sleep, she worries about why he's crying and needs to see him in order to know he's okay and calm down enough to go to bed.And my favorite big sister moments so far? I love it when I'm holding him and need to switch locations and she runs over with her two little arms held outstretched (and very close together) telling me "Give him me! I take Baby Ian! I carry him!" And my favorite? When Ian cries and she tells him "It okay, Baby Ian. I'm here. It okay. I still here." and then sings him a song or 2 to calm him down. Even more impressive? It works. He has always stopped crying when hearing his 2 and a half year old big sister singing Old McDonald, Twinkle Twinkle, or Row Your Boat.
